Quotes About Confrontation

If you face something that you fear and recognize it for what is, you give it balance. You restore equilibrium.?

ako svaki udari onog ko mu smeta i ko mu je najbliži pri ruci, to onda nema kraja; ode bitka na kraj svijeta.

But people can take your truth and stretch it, twist it, tear it apart, turn it inside out and when you get it back, you are making enemies and when you try and straighten it out, you talk a whole lot more and give the people new ammunition to shoot back at you and then you have made more enemies!

Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.

Blow me, Grim Reaper!

Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me." He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. "I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?" No, she probably wouldn't.

Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear. She looks very bad. Where is she? She's heading up. Roarke, I insulted her and...she apologized to me. Something must be done.

Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up. Fucker. Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

And you're not going to tell me she didn't make a move on you. At least test the waters. The waters, he said, were not receptive. If they had been, I'd have drowned her in them already.

Hold on a minute. She leaned out the window, shouted at the messenger who'd nearly sideswiped her vehicle with his jet-board. Police property, asshole. If I had time I'd hunt you down and use that board to beat your balls black. Darling Eve, you know how that kind of talk thrills and excites me. How can I keep my mind off sex now?

I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking candy bar. [...] She reached down [...] and chose a Galaxy bar [...] I'm going home. You didn't pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you, Frank, she shouted back and kept going.

Let me help you. Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear? Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. I can see you. Good. Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. Oops, Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again.

He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.

I'm not afraid of you, Roarke. Aren't you? He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. What do you think will happen if you step over the line? Too much, she murmured.

Stupid son of a bitch His droopy eyes went huge. What did you say to me? You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you. You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass. You couldn't take me ten years ago, she shot back, you sure as hell can't take me now. Want to test that out, kid?

Her eyes met his in the mirror. When I take her down, she's going to pay for this. Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage. Girl fight? Can I watch? Pervert. She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature.

Hastings hunched at the rickety table in Interview Room C, doing a pretty good job of looking bored. The dribbles of sweat along his temples were the only sign he was feeling the heat. Eve dropped into the chair across from him, flashed a big, friendly smile. Hey. Thanks for dropping by. Kiss my white, dimpled ass. As tempting as that is, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to make such personal contact. You kicked my balls, you oughta be able to kiss my ass. Rules are rules.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.

On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

over, shoes just— Hey!" She marched over, picked